Some Secrets Should Be Told

A/N- Thanks to everyone for all of the reveiws, and I'm sorry about the cliffies haha, this one isn't one. So I hope everyone enjoys it. Oh yeah and I haven't done this in a while, so thanks to WeasleyWench for being a great big sweetheart and betaing all of my chapters:D

Shannon xoxox

Chapter 12: Trust
Hermione's Point of View


When Harry hits the floor, it feels like a major weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. I actually sigh in relief and feel Malfoy's eyes on my face, but I avoid his gaze. I feel clammy and shaky, and everything from the past hour seems to be a bit hazy. I can't really remember any details...

I look down at my feet, not wanting Malfoy or Zabini to see how worried or scared I look.

I watch Malfoy move forward and grope in the air for a moment, then lift the Cloak off of Harry. Harry lies face up on the floor, his face bruised and cut from his and Malfoy's fight earlier. I can see Malfoy and Zabini talking, but their voices seem like they are coming from a far distance. I look at Malfoy, and realise that he must have been asking me a question, because he and Zabini are both looking at me closely. I close my eyes and shake my head a few times, trying to clear it. Their voices are still coming from a distance, but now they are echoing strangely. I look at them again and it seems like I'm looking through a short tunnel.

I open my eyes and find that I'm lying on the couch; Malfoy is crouched down beside me, but Zabini stands near my feet, looking between Harry and I.

"What happened?" I ask.

"You fainted," Malfoy tells me. "What's wrong? Do you feel okay now?"

His eyes are full of worry, and I have a quick moment to think about how much our situations have changed in the last two weeks.

"I'm fine," I say, sitting up slowly.

"Why's Potter here?" Zabini asks me, looking down at me from the end of the couch.

"I... I don't know," I answer truthfully, as I try and decipher the hazy memories.

Malfoy is staring at me, so I stand up and move away toward the fireplace. I lean an elbow against the mantle and put my head in my hands. I can feel the tears beginning to well in my eyes, and I don't need them to see.

"He must have come in when I did," Zabini says calmly.

"Yeah," Malfoy agrees half-heartedly. I can tell he's looking at me.

I turn to him, tears still in my eyes and start moving forward slowly. He walks to me and wraps his arms tightly around my body. I'm jerking against him with my uncontrolled sobs, and he's just standing there calmly. "Calm down, Granger," He says to me softly. I take a few more shuddering breaths and back away.

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

"Don't be. Just tell us what happened," Malfoy says.

I look between him and Zabini, and I realise I need to try to explain this before Harry wakes up.

"I'm honestly not sure. I remember leaving you guys down here and going to my room, but when I went through my door, someone was there. Obviously it was Harry, under his Cloak. He took me upstairs and was really angry, telling me that it was my fault about everything, and how I can't have anything to do with you," I say looking at Malfoy, "And then I remember him pointing his wand at me. I didn't hear what he muttered, but it made everything really weird." I say this all really quickly. Then, "And I think I can remember a little voice in my head when I came back down, telling me to make everything seem fine and irrelevant. But then I kept asking myself 'Why?' I wanted to tell the truth, so I made myself do it."

"Confunded," Zabini says at once.

Draco looks at him sharply. "Are you sure?" He asks.

Zabini nods, "Definitely."

I gasp, he confunded me?

"That explains your attitude earlier," Malfoy says, "You were fighting it, so you were still trying to tell the truth, but you were weird about it."

"Tell the truth about what?" I ask. Oh no…

"Just about what happened to you."

"I don't remember," I say.

"You wouldn't," Zabini says shrugging.

There is a groan from the corner, and all of our heads swivel in that direction. Malfoy quickly walks over to Harry, with Zabini close behind.

"Hey, Potter," he says cheerfully, "Glad you decided to join us. I think we have some things to talk about."

"Incarcerous," Zabini says, pointing his wand at Harry's chest. "That should be a spell you know well," he adds, smirking nastily.

I keep back, just watching. Malfoy stands up and aims a hard kick straight to Harry's thigh. "I'm not really sure who you think you are," he says, "Coming into my Common Room and using a Confundus charm against Granger."

I give a little involuntary shudder.

I look at Harry, and I see fear in his eyes. Serves the arse right. He starts mumbling, but his voice is drowned out from the ropes around his mouth.

Malfoy picks up his wand and points it at Harry’s face. Harry flinches back, but the ropes just fall away from his mouth. "What was that?" Malfoy asks.

"I said, she deserved it," he says nastily.

"She deserved it?" Malfoy asks in shock. "Are you actually as stupid as you look."

I look at Zabini, who is slowly advancing the two boys.

"No," Harry says.

Draco laughs, an evil mirthless laugh. "You know what I should do to you right now?" he asks.

Harry shakes his head.

"I should cut your fucking dick off, so you can't use it as a weapon anymore," he says, fingering his wand lovingly.

"A weapon?" Harry asks, a confused look on his face.

Draco sighs.

"Merlin, Potter. You go around raping girls. That would make your dick a weapon."

"I do not go around raping girls"

"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to plural that. A girl. Is that better?"

Harry says nothing.

"Where's your snivelling friend Weasley?" Zabini asks suddenly

Harry shrugs.

"Ohh, he'll get his." Zabini promises. "So what should we do to him, Draco?" he asks, "I rather like the castration idea."

Harry flinches.

"No," Draco says, a look of pain on his own face. He stands up and kicks Harry in the face in one swift movement. I can hear the crunching of his nose, and quickly turn away. I sit on the couch with my back to them, trying to drown out whatever is happening behind me. It's not working. I can hear meat hitting meat every few seconds, and grunts and groans from excursion and pain. I stand up without glancing at them and quickly retreat up my staircase.

Confunded. Why did he confund me? To make me lie, surely. I fought it though, but Malfoy said I was acting weird. I wish I could remember.

I'm so caught up in trying to remember everything, and I'm not really sure how long I've been up here, but Malfoy’s voice rouses me from my thoughts.

"Granger!" he yells up the staircase.

"What?" I answer

"Come down here."

"No!" I really don't need to see Harry.

I hear pounding on my staircase, and realise that Malfoy is coming into my room. Great. It's a disaster. He opens my door without knocking and comes in. I'm sitting on my floor amid piles of dirty robes and schoolbooks. He casts a quick look around my floor and then says "Harry and Zabini have gone."

"Where?" I ask.

"Zabini is unceremoniously dragging Harry to the Hospital wing and then going down to the dungeons."

"The hospital wing?"

"He's just a bit cut up. We only beat him up, Granger, and we even untied him so it would be kind of fair. No wands though."

"You untied him?" I feel a bit stupid, just repeating everything, but I can't seem to think of anything to say.

"Yeah. It didn't feel right beating someone up when they're bound."

I shrug and nod. Malfoy seems to know what I'm thinking.

"He's a git, Granger. It doesn't count that you were bound when he did what he did. That's how people like him work. I'm not as low as that."

"I know you aren't," I assure him.

He smiles, and looks around my room with a wary eye.

"I know," I say, "I'm going to clean it tomorrow. I'm not even really sure how it got so messy, things just caught up with me I think."

Malfoy nods, and moves forwards, sitting on the floor across from me.

"Earlier, you said that you were sure Harry wasn't done with you. Why would you say that?" I'm completely startled by this.

"I… well remember upstairs earlier, when you guys were fighting?"

Malfoy nods.

"Well, he just gave me this look..."

"The look I saw was 'help me', Granger, not 'I'm going to get you even worse for this."

I gulp.

"It was in here earlier, wasn't it? Before he confuded you?"

"I don't know."

"It was. You would remember. You do remember, I can see it in your eyes."

I look away quickly, but the damage has been done.

"Why would you lie about that?" he asks me, turning his head ever so slightly and looking at me from the corners of his eyes.

I take a deep breath. "I don't know."

"You do trust me, right?" He asks.

I nod, not really meeting his eyes.

"Well, you'll learn to at least," he answers, reaching forwards to hug me.

I allow it, falling forward easily against his chest.

"I do trust you," I say forcefully, hugging him back